I was in Santa Monica paper,
it said, penis enlargement, big letters,
and in little letters it said for men only.
The man waited, the wo man groaned,
she was lost in labor's toil,
the act of passion and joy
ten fingers ten toes two eyes
two ears a mouth and a nose
and that one inch of flesh
that proclaims it's a boy
the midwife inspected his belly
and bum counted appendages
one by one took his sweet willie
twixt finger and thumb looked
at it in wonder and said.
Does this little spike of flesh
Will this little pleasure rod
put this baby next to God?
Is this the thing that gets him
Will these round thingamabobs
get this child a better job?
Pi lot, not a stewardess.
Professor, not a teacher.
A chance to get there first.
The scepter that makes kingdoms,
the key that opens doors,
the reason why this baby won't be
scrubbing kitchen floors.
She laid the little dickie down
Give him an itch and he'll take a mile.
